Vera Sidhwa

Tropical City - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Speak to me of youth, and breezes warmed by the sun
The breezes that falter down cool alleys
In the city built in the sun

Speak to me of flower vendors, and the beggar boys that run
The old ones who stagger through dusty roads
Of a city built in the sun

And I'll tell you of a hundred days when I wished all was well
Of the hours passed in fantasies
When my mind on thoughts would dwell

On greatest trains and rains and sounds of cricket games being won
of lotuses flames and evenings
In the city built in the sun

Comments about Tropical City by Vera Sidhwa

  • Rookie - 165 Points Romeo Della Valle (9/15/2011 10:58:00 PM)

    Impressive! I can identify with this well penned and poignant write since I come from a Tropical Island (Santo Domingo, DR) and I am very familiar with this beautiful environment you described in your thought provoking write! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with more of your poetic and talented writes! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, September 16, 2011

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